The Soft Beat

The softest pulse drew me across the wooden nightstand. I stepped quietly over the varnished grain, pausing beside an open brass watch resting near the lamp. Its polished metal rim caught the amber light, smooth and cool. I tilted my head, listening to the gentle rhythm. Tick... tick... tick. Slowly, I placed one paw against its casing, feeling the tiny vibration hum straight through my pad. In the stillness of the room, this steady little beat felt like a calm companion, keeping time with the quiet dark.